Mingle for the oldies

[bb_wolf]

Who: Anyone who is immortal, inordinately long lived or just likes hanging out with old people?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum on the Iskaulit
When: End of November

Broadcast: Text
[The broadcast is simple.]

Málum. Tonight. Immortal or near enough meet up. Buy your own.

Action: Málum

[Bigby is there, drinking whiskey and smoking cheap, horrible and stinky cigarettes. The rest of you can do what you want.]

Comments

[cloakand_danger]

[That...actually smells really good. Although the fries in a jar is weird, but if that's the custom here, he's seen stranger. He accepts it carefully.]

Thank you.

[A long pause, and then, grudgingly,] ...I've come to understand that I owe you an apology for the way I reacted before. We were speaking at cross-purposes, but I shouldn't have lost my temper in the process.

[If you were anything but an elemental spirit, he'd just be pretending it never happened at all.]

[sylphystia]

[A part of him realizes that it takes a lot for someone so proud to set it aside and apologize. Another part of him doesn't care. And yet another part just wants to fuck with the other seraph.

He pours Yuan a glass of water and sets it on the counter, taking his time with his words.]

... I thought you sounded familiar.

[He tilts his head back, not that it helps him see Yuan better. The angel might notice Dezel's eyes are closed as he speaks.]

It doesn't matter. I don't care what you think of me, so if you want to call me a liar and get mad, that's your problem. I have bigger things to worry about.

[cloakand_danger]

[He knows what kind of being Dezel is; he doesn't need to know the exact mechanics of it to guess that his eyes being closed doesn't make much difference.

The apathetic dismissal stings his pride a bit, but Yuan is no longer the twenty-something he appears to be, the young man who once demanded attention and recognition from his human counterpart until the other finally acknowledged him. Instead, he purses his lips and swallows the desire to strike back.]

I'm glad that's cleared up, then.

[sylphystia]

[Dezel isn't the best at making friends, which is painfully obvious by the long silence.]

The food won't hurt you. I'm probably one of the best cooks here.

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan takes a careful bite of the sandwich, and his eyes widen in surprise. This is the first time in four thousand years he's tasted actual decent food instead of shipboard protein, and suddenly he's remembering why people like to eat.]

...It's good.

[sylphystia]

[Dezel doesn't do told-you-so, but he'll bask in that validation anyway as he wipes off the counter.]

Need anything else?

[cloakand_danger]

[And with that gesture of customer service, Yuan remembers that he is basically being waited on by what appears to him to be the equivalent of a Centurion. Which is somewhere beyond weird.]

Ah...no. You've done enough. Thank you.